An ancient mind

Sore from sitting in the very same spot..Her old bones are weary, they have siezed into a knot
Aching with lying too long in a bed..She has twisted her kneck muscles and tormented her head
And anxiety engulfs this ancient mind..yearning an end to it’s suffering alas lliving is unkind
So she closes her eyes from this pain and frustration..and loses herself amidst her imagination
Where wandering thru corridors within a darkness so deep..Her panic is settled as she falls fast asleep...
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hope your okÂ
wonderful poemÂ
wonderful poemÂ
Awww Thank you Greg yes I am fine tho ❤️💙❤️